Anya was supervising the others, making sure no one got hurt or was incorrectly tying a knot that could compromise the whole exhibition.

She gnawed at her thumb, sitting on the steps. The smell of fish and the sea wafted into her nose something mean, but she had gotten used to it after a while.

Leaning her head to the side, Anya rested her head on the wood. Despite loving her freedom in the sea as a pirate, there was always some isolation as well. She was alone with the same people, and that could be dangerous sometimes.

Black locks would swirl in the winded, her lips parting to blow her bangs from out of her eyes.

A certain sound had caught her ears. It was beautiful—.. absolutely breathtaking.

Standing up, she took her hand away from her mouth with a furrow of her brow. Looking back at her crew, it didn’t seem like any of them could hear that singing like she had. Maybe it was because they were talking.

Well, because they were talking, that meant that they were distracted. Distracted means that she could wander off without them noticing.

She walked up the steps, being mindful of who was around since she was on the job.

Hands picked up her dress as she stepped up, setting it back down once she was on the forecastle deck.

Anya was careful leaving over the ship, her eyes scanning the fog until her eyes landed on a figure swimming through the waters a ways away from the ship.

Your song was alluring, something that made her heart start pounding in her chest and weak in the knees.

“Do need help there?” She asked, peering over the edge to catch a further glimpse in hoping to actually see who it was rather than just as shadow in the salty waters.